Martin-Watson12

The other birds consider us buzzards to be a sorry bunch – ugly, voiceless scavengers. But they forget. They forget that we chose this, that we gave up our beauty and voices and fine foods for something better. They forget that we were once like them. Hummingbirds, pigeons, they forget things quickly. The hawks and eagles might remember, but they are too proud to consider their pasts. We buzzards are not so arrogant. We remember. Long ago, all of us birds were beautiful. We were small and sprightly, and we sang sweet trills and warbles to each other for love. We feasted on succulent nectar and built delicate nests to raise our young.